The table exploded into pieces. Moreover, the Desert Eagle Jimmy that had not even been touched was blasted apart along with it.

"You're dead!" Jimmy roared.

He had not risen to lead the notorious Razor Crew in the City of Hope by being ordinary. He was a Dark Count, which, by Holtrien's martial standards, placed him at the martial saint level, and at the peak of martial saint at that. He was only a thin line away from a martial emperor.

The muscles beneath his suit swelled enormously. With a furious roar, he threw a punch charged with killing intent straight at Andrew's face. At the same time, he shifted his weight back, leaning away to grab the sword hanging on the wall behind him.

Andrew chuckled, sounding almost amused as he said, "Not bad reflexes, and your response is textbook perfect. It's just too bad that you're facing an opponent who's beyond the textbook."

The Godslayer's blade vibrated within its sheath, letting out a joyful hum. Andrew's sword strike was always with j